The Fate of a Kingdom; Chapter 1
I crept through the trees and shrubs, I hid behind a small tree stump and steadied myself. I was hunting for dear in the forest of Arbor in the north eastern part of the Kingdom of Vigeo, which was part of the land of Calria. My target was about twenty to twenty five feet in front of me. My father, Beorn, had taught me how to hunt. How to remain as quiet as possible and how to stay upwind of the animal I was hunting. I edged ever so slightly closer and drew back my bow. My hand shook a little but I took one deep breath, narrowed my eyes and let loose. The arrow silently sailed through the air and struck my target, it fell instantly to the ground. “Good shot” my father called …